Atone
Teardrop to the mortal bones,
climbs of sympathy to the immortal soul,
tormented by desires and anchored by divine wings.
its pieces scattered, scars and memories unfaded.
perceived, the Godly demeanour undoubted.
enigma, toiling to disfigure this nature.
beautiful portrays, the gentle soul of the Painter,
toiling to reveal this nature.
the preamble to the exit
what a questionable nature.
teeth grinding and shiver, the fusion of uncertainty and hope
what a waste of a beautiful life.
Copyright © Bolton Tshegofatso Magaela | Year Posted 2019
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